Warning Rated SPG
Brushing his nose against her slit, he inhaled her sweet scent of arousal. "You're intoxicating, a special brand of drug made only for me." His tongue slipped out of his mouth as he took one long lick before he gently thrust a finger into her sweet hole. Pearl took in a sharp breath. "You're so tight, little one. It's going to hurt when I shove my rod into you. But you'll take every inch.""Yes, oh, goddess..." she moaned again.
Ethan licked at her core slowly. Her hips rose and fell, letting her know he owned all her passion, that tonight he controlled her. She was the instrument he had chosen, and she was going to play her like a master. "Good girl. Show me how badly you want me buried in you, little one." He chuckled into her cunt as he continued lapping at her, making sure his tongue paid attention to her sensitive clit. "Dirty talk makes you so wet. Such a dirty alchemist kind of girl. I can almost feel your power, little one. I can feel your ice… I can feel your magic."
"Yes..." she moaned again, knowing full well that this could be the way out of this realm or the way out to ignore her calling. After all, it had been a secret that she had the four elements of magic. It was her secret that no one else knew, not even the king or the queen. She was the oddity among the rest. She was one of her kind. She was the black sheep, and right now she wanted nothing but to take this lycan power and be done with it.
Ethan lifted her off and he unbuckled his pants, leaving his shirt on, not prepared to show her what was underneath. "Oh, I plan to make you mine, little one. I'm gonna make a good girl dirty."She smirked. If he only knew that he was doing her a favor, but she moaned nonetheless.His shaft jerked free as he lined up with her sweet wet entrance. Her eyes went wide before she winced as he rammed himself deep into her warmth, breaking the barrier in one thrust. Nothing sweet about it, nothing romantic. He felt like an asshole until he glanced down and saw the pleasure flickering in her dark eyes and the way she nipped at her bottom lip. Groaning magical spell of nothingness, telling him to go wild. His wolf howled in delight. The pull of the mating bond was undeniable. This woman was his."Told you, I don't do gentle," he grunted. "I don't care that you're a virgin. I'm gonna fuck you raw, and you're gonna beg for me."Her arms and legs wrapped around him, pulling him in further, welcoming the intrusion. Asking for more. She clawed her way under his shirt, and he let her. The sharp scrapes of her nails against his back, breaking the skin. Maybe it was her way of getting revenge. His shaft twitched in her hot haven."Yes, little one, let me feel your pain, let me feel your magic, let me feel your power." Her teeth clamped on to him and punctured his skin, encouraging him to keep going. Ethan thrust mercilessly into her, desperate for his release. A wild animal unleashed with no way of being contained. His hand dropped to her clit, and she whimpered on his shoulder. "You like being my woman?""Yes. More... please!" She begged, desperate for more.
"You're being such a good girl, taking me all in. Your sweet little cunt is so tight, baby. Do you feel you're worth something now that you have my big trunk stuffed in your tight little folds?"
"Yes," she screamed.
His hands gripped on to her ass as his fingers dug into the ample flesh before he latched on to her nipple and bit.
"Blood, yes."
He licked at her nipple. "Hell could never make you feel this good. You're fuckin' the devil."
Her teeth dug into his shoulder. She broke skin and then lapped at the spot, tasting his blood and desire. He felt something in him that made him shiver. It was like she was doing something in his blood like she was owning him. Taking something so important that even his wolf wanted to protest, but he was lost, lost to his warmth and her moan.
Her body arched, drinking his blood from her little bite, moving them both off the bed as if she was a demon possessed. Arms start dropping, losing control. She panted into him, her hips rising in the air, her moans needy and wanton. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, taking his magic with her without him knowing... taking everything. She pushed her feet up against his ass, trying to force him to go deeper until she screamed her orgasm so loudly that she was grateful for the soundproof room in the pub.Slowing his pace, he felt something missing in him. Something was gone, but he was lost to her kisses. He glanced down at her and did something that shocked him for the second time that night. He kissed her.She tasted just as sweet the second time. She tasted different, more powerful, and something else he couldn't put a finger on. He got more and more addicted to the taste of her lips. "I'm going to pull out now. You've been a very good girl. I'm proud of how well you took me. I'm going to reward you.""Please," the woman smirked, her dark mask revealing her smile.
Pulling out slowly, his gaze locked on her as his hand pumped his slick shaft that was coated in her juices. He crawled up on the bed, getting harder as he watched her eyes go wide. Fear flickered in her irises. Her mask may hide half her face, but it couldn't hide how expressive those irises are. "Shh, little one, take all of me," he whispered. "I'm not going to hurt you, sweetheart. I'm going to mark you. I'm going to sully your pretty little face with my juice, so when you leave this room, every fucker in this place and beyond will know you're mine. That I own you."
His shaft's aimed at her face, her hair fisted tightly in his hands. He yanked her head back and pumped his rod a few times before a desperate groan escaped his lips. Ropes of magical juices cascade onto her pretty face. "Now you don't look like a sweet little girl anymore, but my personal pretty little whore."Ethan didn't see the raw, magical power that caressed him, as if suffocating him, but he was lost, lost to the passion and lull the woman had in him.He bent down instead, kissing the top of her head. "You did good, baby. I'm very proud of you." Shifting, he lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms before covering them with the blanket. She sighed into his chest as I kissed the top of her head. "You alright?""Yes. Perfect, actually," she murmured as she nestled into his arms, and then they drifted off to sleep.
When he woke up, he was in the room alone; the woman was gone, and he felt an ache started in his chest that he hadn't felt in over a decade. His magical fire was gone. His power weakened and diminished as if he had been rubbed from within. He was now weak, so weak and so alone. His heart ached.Fire Kingdom, The Realm of Red. Present day. The full moon shimmered lustrously above Almera. A wonderful moonlight twinkled against the polished surface of the three objects in the old alchemist's palms. Colorful blue, red and purple fires all through her veins as she dropped them into the ground, pushing at the dust until it makes a nice pile over the three items. She patted the earth sweetly once more before turning away, her long gown skimming against the dirt as she returned to the dark cabin. Her white long silver hair sways against her back as she leaves, never once looking out at the road where Pearl stood from the distant. Lurking in the night. Pearl was a wanderer. In a way, she had been a wanderer her entire life. In the last two years, she has taken the job pretty seriously though. This small, quiet village within the eastern part of the Kingdom was nice, unnoticeable, and easy for someone who wanted to disappear to do just that. It had been two years since the incident
That night, leaving her cabin with the hellhound, Pearl went out. The eastern town's road was empty, and nighttime roads were freeing at first, but before long, the sense Pearl was the only person in the realm heightened the aching loneliness that was a persistent, choking weight. Whether it was her latest stalker or the lack of social contact she'd had over the past month as she lost herself in her work, Pearl didn't know, but unexpectedly the quietness was suffocating. Pearl lived as cut off as she could. Alone in the old cabin with only a hellhound for a companion. She tried so hard, so fucking hard, to fight when the need for a werewolf, fae, or a male alchemist's contact and intimacy arose, not wanting to put anyone in danger. But, ultimately, she always broke. When the need to be around other people grew to be too much, she authorized herself brief beats of normality: going to the cute downtown café for coffee, grocery shopping at the farmers' market instead of having her ite
That it would take three shots to even feel the tiniest buzz was irritating at times. While she wanted to keep her wits about her, she also yearned for the blissfulness others seemed to have when they drank, like all their fears no longer made a difference, at least while the effects lasted. After the night she had, and the nerves twisting her belly into a knot at the thought of discovering who was on the other end of this bewildering draw, trying to reach that sort of peace was too irresistible to defy.Faster than anyone could politely anticipate being served in a place this packed, the shots were placed in front of her, laid on a napkin with the man's number scrawled on it. Slamming them back one after the other, Pearl set the now-empty glasses back down, feigning she hadn't seen the writing.Just as she began to turn away, the bartender laid a hand on Pearl's forearm, stopping her midmotion. Her heart skipped a beat, her body immediately beset with the conflicting demands to jerk
Whimpering at the light flick of his tongue, Pearl shivered, her core tightening. Whether the beautiful lycan heard her or just felt her reaction to him, she didn't know, but his hands flexed on her hips, pulling her harder against him, and he groaned, the sound so low she felt more than heard it. She felt something else, like she had known him, like the man was so familiar, like his magic alone was a pull she couldn't resist. She felt this way with Ethan as well. The pull was weakening her senses, like she belonged to his arms, to feel his warmth and passion.Odd. She thought to herself. But she was lost. She needed him. Wanted him.Bewildered with desire, Pearl's hands shook slightly as she continued upward, outlining the straight line of his nose to a set of high cheekbones, then to thick, slashing brows.Who are you, stranger?Ultimately, burying her fingers in his hair, she let out a moan as the silken strands slid through her grip. Long and thick, they had to fall to at least hi
Cursing the barrier of her clothes, she arched into his hand. The leather strained against his seeking fingers when he pressed against her, so hard it almost felt like he was inside of her.It was too much, the sensation overwhelming."That's it, my angel, let go. I've got you. Let go of everything…follow my magic…"Between one breath and the next, pleasure crashed over her in hard, shattering waves. Fingers curling into claws on his forearms, she threw her head back and let it drown her.He held her tightly against him, his hold gentle but unwavering, as she trembled with release, his other hand covering her mouth to muffle the cries she made no effort to silence.The waves were neverending, and his hand never stilled. Even as he tensed behind her, even as he curled his big body around her with a groan, he never slowed."Ah, fuck… I'm going to… "Through the pleasure engulfing her, she felt his big body jerk, felt the hard bar of his shaft pulse through the layers separating them and
Finn, the most feared lycan warrior in the south, watched the beautiful alchemist slipping through the crowd like water while he absently waved a hand to disperse proof of his release. Her actions were lithe and elegant as if this weren't her first time having to flee. Pearl. That was her name, and Finn thought it was gorgeous and she deserved such a name. However, there was something strange about his little beauty, something undeniably mysterious but equally alluring. Finn hadn't realized his companions had already spotted her before he approached, but once he'd seen her, he couldn't have turned away, and they were just as spellbound. Even though the patrons were packed tightly together on the dance floor, he'd noticed her pale blonde hair. Pure and brilliant, it was as lightly colored as a pearl from the shores of the Fire Kingdom, a color no ordinary creature could attain naturally. Then, the bodies parted for just a moment, and he saw her. Once Finn laid eyes on her ealier, h
Finn's desire had only grown when their powers tangled together earlier, mingling and dancing. When she let him slide his fingers between her shapely thighs, he was hooked. Her confidence, as well as the small gasps and mewls, had turned him molten, making him burn for her as brightly as a pyre in the dead of night. The sweet scent of her—a tantalizing mix of moonlit lilies, springtime thunderstorms, and vanilla—saturated the air with her release, wrapping around him, pulling at his cock, and sending him careening over the damn cliff of release right alongside her. Fuck. A shiver raced through him just thinking of the moment they'd shared. Who was she? What was she doing here? And how had they never crossed paths before now? All he knew was he wanted time to learn the answers to those questions, and if Ethan had his way, the woman would've already been in the King's clutches. The thought was enough to make Finn's growl, the low, protective sound buried under the noise of the club
Strolling to his Ducati, Vergel got on and started it up, then drove into traffic. He didn't wait for a gap, barely missing being run over, ignoring the blaring horns as he turned left. Putting in his earbuds one-handed, he cranked up the music and sang along to the song as he let his mind wander back to her. Always back to her. The hunch he'd had weeks ago now—of glass-green eyes, of power like gilded shadows washing over him, through him—filled his mind. Aside from his brother Ethan and best friend, Finn, Vergel had never cared about anyone and had never felt protective of anyone. But, he felt protective of the little alchemist and had from his first, tiny vision. He wanted to hold her and keep her safe and help her. He may not understand why, yet, but she was important to him—to all of them. That he'd had to tell a little white lie tonight to get his brother and his friend to the club, luring them there under the pretense of capturing the little beauty, barely bothered him. It h